Last Christmas my husband (Joe) and I had a discussion about how things change as we get older. Of course this ended in talking about how things are just never the same when you lose a loved one or experience another life altering change.
A couple of years after we were married, my husband's mother (affectionally known as "Sweet Girl") passed away after a hard fight against lymphoma. She was the heart of the family- she inspired so many traditions that we still celebrate today as if she were here. Joe said that his mom made the best biscuits in the world, and how he missed them. I have to say that there is no biscuit like my mama's "cat heads", but these biscuits were delicious as well. My sister in law inherited their mother's love of cooking and she makes biscuits just like Sweet Girl did. These thoughts stayed on our minds as the holiday progressed.
At a family gathering Joe shared with his siblings how he missed their mom's biscuits. The day after Christmas 2010, Joe's sister came to our house for a biscuit lesson. She and Joe took over the kitchen and she taught him all about making biscuits. They each made a pan, with 2 of our 4 little girls on step stools watching their every move. We enjoyed those biscuits that morning, and Pookie (Joe) has been making them ever since. It has been so sweet to watch his biscuits become as much a tradition to our family as Sweet Girl's biscuits were to him. I am so proud for my daughters to see that their daddy is such a part of our kitchen, and I tell them often that there aren't many men that make home made biscuits!
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